I was probably well into my forties before I really understood that my mother never really recovered from my birth. Now the diagnosis would be relatively simple and immediate – post-partum depre...
Early in my career as a minister I had a call from a member requesting a meeting. I remember him sitting in the little office, moving his hat around in his hands. He was there to confess that he had b...
Something has changed. Most of the alterations I experience as I age fall into the unwelcome category. Not this! I seem to be paying more attention to giving and receiving appreciation. This new aware...
A few hours after our return from leading a tour of leaders to the Holy Land my wife and I received a call from the hospital. Fern had suffered a couple of strokes and was not doing well. Three months...
One of most impactful elements of our 2016 trip to the Holy Land came through reacquaintance with my friend Abdelkareem Muosa or Abbed, as he is known to friends and family. It was wonderful to share ...
FaceTime is the medium through which we are saying good-bye to some of the grandkids. “Do you know where Papa and I are going” asks Grandma. “To the place Jesus was born” comes the answer. For some re...
We live in a visual age – and so the rise of infographics. Lots of interesting things to reflect upon in this infographic on happiness. http://www.dailyinfographic.co...
As a person diagnosed with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) it comes as no surprise that my brother can be both obsessive and compulsive. I know, a shocker!? As a theory the diagnosis is one thing,...
Right off the top I must confess to the lack of fairness of it all. My children certainly can file a complaint of injustice. When my children were young they learned very quickly the iron clad rule ...
The little guy in this picture, my brother, is now 58 years old. On Thursday my wife Gaye and I took him to the hospital to have cataracts removed from both his eyes. Normally the procedure is done on...